Happy Birthday To Me

Toooday, I went downtown to buy a train ticket home to Windsor and hung out at Eaton Centre for a bit. I managed to find myself in Indigo, which was cool. They were having some crazy sale, so I picked up some books for myself. I got the PETA Vegan College Cookbook, where every recipe only requires a microwave to cook and they all seem suuuper badass. I also got "Roots" by Alex Haley, "On The Road" by Jack Kerouac, and "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest" by Ken Kesey.

Sliding In The Rain

The day before my birthday, my friend and I went riding downtown in the rain. We had some reason for doing this... Oh. Right. We were going to go see if Fressen had any openings. But... we got side-tracked by riding around in the rain with the riot cops who had come to celebrate my birthday and sort of forgot. We ended up getting some super nommy sushi instead. But anyway my (least) favourite part of the night was when I rode into some street car tracks and was vaulted from my bike and onto the wet asphalt. I slid 3 feet along the road... which was sort of fun and would have been more fun if I had been wearing pants and shoes instead of shorts and flip-flops.

Every time I fall off my bike, my first reaction is, "BAHAHAHA!!!" my second is, "OH GOD, IS MY BIKE OKAY?!?!?!" and on Saturday, my third was, "Where the fuck has my flip-flop gotten to?". I let everyone else worry about the, "OH GOD ARE YOU OKAY!?!!?" part.

As evidenced in the photograph above, I took off some layers of skin. Which didn't hurt at all just then because of the adrenaline coursing through my veins. They started to hurt a bit later on our way to get sushi. And while I was sitting in the sushi restaurant, everything decided to swell from impact and it just super sucked.

It kinda ruined my whole birthday a little bit, since the original plan had been to get a soccer ball (which I did get from my bestfriend) and play soccer the whole weekend. Unfortunately for me, I won't be able to play with the lovely ball properly until everything heals and I'm home again. By which point in time, it'll be the end of July. What a bummer!!!

On the bright side, my bike was technically an early birthday present from my late mother, so I've been getting a whole lot of use out of that! I'm a superfan of it, and it's a real pal. Too bad I can't take it to California with me... but then again, with those hills, would I really want to?

To Put It Bluntly...

When someone unattractive tells me I'm hot, I don't think much of it.
When someone unintelligent tells me they think I'm really smart, I don't think much of it.
When someone I don't really respect, tells me they think I'm awesome, I really don't care.

However, when someone I have a great deal of respect and admiration for, sends me a thank you card telling me that I saved them in somehow, and that I'm heroic, it means a lot to me. It turns my insides into nommy happy warm gooey, and makes me smile all day.

Thanks for the card Mum.

What The FUCK Koman Coulibaly?!

What the hell was that call?!

No one was offsides, that goal was PRISTINE. Seriously! You can even see it in the re-plays.

Observe:


Okay. So. That WOULD have been the winning goal, but Coulibaly called it offsides... which it CLEARLY was not.

Suffice it to say, we were robbed and I am angry.

Photoxcursions

I went on a photo excursion this morning.
And since today was terrible and I woke up far to early, I am now going to sleep.
But before I forget, I edited and uploaded all photos from said excursion to my photoblog. That's here. When I wake up, it'll only be 9 days until I turn twenty.
What an unpleasant thought. Nine days is ever so close to a week.

The Only Thing Worse...

The only thing worse than you mother dying,
is having a dream where she was still alive... and then died.
And then waking up to realize that, in fact,
your mother actually is dead.

It really fucking sucks.

Zpeshul FX Zomg

Yeah. I don't know what's up with that title. Oh wells.

Anyway, go check out my photo blog because I did some really awesome photo-editing.

That would be here. < Clicky.